Strong Counterattack

The author has something to say: the robot in this unit wears a person, [the female host] Changfeng, essentially a national sand sculpture live combat, opening an illegal population sale, only accounting for two chapters

Changfeng looked at his hand and bent his fingers. The strange feeling made her brain confusing, but she couldn't deal with the complicated data by deleting it.

"people?"

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Changfeng is a three-generation fighting robot.

When it was created, the creator wrote a sentence in its life.

——You are the most powerful fighting robot in the world.

it is.

Its pride is innate. It feels that it is the most special.

But it has been scrapped for a long time, the database is lost, most of the body is destroyed, and the friends to be protected are also missing.

With continuous development, the three generations of robots officially retired from the stage. Fighting robots are also listed as prohibited items.

It didn't expect that it had the opportunity to open its eyes again.

"You look so beautiful." The girl who picked it up said to it, "What kind of robot are you?"

Its limited data also records what the creator said to it-you are really a bad guy.

——I am a funny, powerful robot.

The girl laughed at herself: "The robots have no emotions. I really hope that your master has set up different conversations for you."

It answered in his heart:

——I think I have it, dear.

The girl fixed the parts on it with a wrench and removed some discarded parts.

The current flow stabilized.

"Your parts are gone. I can only help you repair it slowly." The girl said, "But I won't. There is nothing in this place, you may not change back to what you used to be."

It knows.

This is an illegal slave zone.

This society certainly has no "slave" in the traditional sense. Some people with martial arts talents and no family background were taken into captivity, put on locks, and sent to the most dangerous places to squeeze labor.

This place is far away from civilization and equality, under strict supervision, deprived of personal power, and living a life that is better than death.

Slaves were either auctioned or killed after being disabled. It can only be expected that the troops patrolled by the Alliance will one day find their presence on the border and other places.

The girl asked, "Are you a fighting robot? If I can fix you, can you take me out of here?"

—Oh, of course, my dear.

The girl spent the whole night taking care of it.

Changfeng saw through her eyes that she could move hundreds of pounds of metal with bare hands. The light in the eyes dimmed.

This is definitely a talented person with martial arts. In the prevalence of martial arts, she should stand in a more glorious place in the alliance.

In the early morning, the sunlight came in from the window.

"I'm going to work." She dragged the black chain and squatted down to it: "Bless I can come back alive today."

-Bless you, my dear girl.

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With the help of this poor lady, Changfeng gradually had clumsy and mismatched hands and feet, and was temporarily unable to walk upright.

Girls have to deal with heavy work during the day, but they cannot get enough sleep at night. Changfeng tried to persuade her to take a rest, but could not speak.

After several nights in a row, the girl came back from the outside without giving it a rest.

She was sitting by the window, looking at the vast sky, and suddenly her mood collapsed, crying and saying to it: "You are my only friend, but I know that robots cannot be friends."

——You are wrong, I can.

"I want to go home! I am not here, I was sold." She cried, "My father is a very powerful person, but I don't remember who he is. I can't go home ! "

—Don’t cry, baby.

The red light in Changfeng's eyes lit up.

She wiped her tears down and said, "You talk to me. Can't you really talk? I really want someone to comfort me."

——I'm trying to repair myself, please give me some time.

"Can you protect me?"

--if you need.

She took the chance and said: "Why didn't he come to me?"

——He must be looking for you.

"Does he love me?"

--of course.

"I want to go home. I want to ask my uncle why he sold me. He used to praise me in front of his dad. After his dad went to work, he became particularly irritable ..." she paused. And cried out again: "Actually I know that I'm growing up now. Is my dad gone anymore? That's why my uncle doesn't want to take care of me. I want to revenge him, can I hate him?"

——Of course you can.

"Why am I like this ... who can save us?"

--I promise you.

She muttered to herself for a while, and could not hear Chang Feng's answer, and finally fell asleep in front of Chang Feng.

Changfeng moved hard to the bed, pulled the hardened quilt, and covered her.

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At noon the next day, the room door was strangely opened during the day.

The girl lay on the stretcher and was returned to the room. There was a bandage bandaged around his abdomen, and the blood behind his head was stained with white cloth.

The two who brought her over stood in front of the bed and sighed, then turned and left.

Changfeng's eyes were red, and he stood up. There is only one message in the brain.

——She needs a doctor. No limbs are disabled. Brain injury is unknown.

——Need a doctor.

It didn't take long for another person to come in.

The long wind stood still.

The room was very messy and there were all kinds of weird things that the girls picked up from the trash. So the other party did not notice it.

He is not like the people here, there is no metal chain for slave control. Wearing a uniform, he looks rich.

He closed the door, walked over to the bed, and touched the girl's face triflingly.

"It's them, they said you are dead, but don't blame me. I am usually good enough for you, otherwise you can have such a comfortable day?" It's clear. You don't speak, I agree when you agree. "

The girl moaned.

The man reached for his clothes.

"Boom!"

An old mechanical arm pierced the tip of his nose.

"Stop ... here ... stop ... hand ..."

The sound of electric current is accompanied by vague syllables.

Changfeng made a sound wave that hadn't been in a long time.

The man was startled, seeing its broken shape and disdainful.

"Where is the garbage robot? I really like to pick up the junk."

He grabbed his neck with one hand and shook it away.

The long wind hit the wall, his head tilted, and a spliced ​​leg was broken.

The boy looked down at the slightly paralyzed hand and didn't care about his condition.

"... first level defense ... here ... the last warning ..."

"Three ... two ... one ..."

The weapons on Changfeng have all been dismantled, but fighting robots are violent weapons, and the core technical parameters have abnormal standards. Brain tonic also stores extra energy nuclei.

It grabbed an unknown iron tool beside it and smashed it towards the beam with all its energy.

The house collapsed.

The long wind quickly flew over the girl, protecting her brain and body with her arms.

The girl is gone.

Changfeng failed to capture any of her vital signs at close range.

——Failed to protect her.

A bunch of strange data grew wild in the library, and the long wind didn't have time to delete.

It has searched for this feeling and called it "sad". It is human emotion. It has nothing to do with it. I don't know why the creator did such a design.

Its arm failed to support the huge impact of the earth and stone. After being hit, the sight was dark, and the parts responsible for the senses could no longer obtain information from the field of vision.

It was scrapped again.

Almost instantly, Changfeng opened his eyes. Vision is clear again. But her eyes had been reversed, and she was lying on her front now. A strange feeling came to her mind.

She froze for a second before reacting, it should be pain.

The huge rock pressed on it was removed, and it was the same man as before.

He grabbed the broken machine and threw it to the side, then lifted up the shoulder of Changfeng and raised his mouth.

The long wind half closed his eyelids.

Weakness and lack of energy. No, it is physical strength.

Has it become a human? Became this girl.

"Not yet dead?"

The man said to explore the breath of Changfeng.

Changfeng took the opportunity to grab the opponent's wrist.

She has searched before.

How to treat male **** offenders?

95% of users answered:

-Physical castration.

Changfeng glanced over the clutter around him.

OK, the instruction is executable.

She grabbed a thin piece of stone and threw it under her crotch in a thunderous manner.

The pain arrived a second later, the other party lowered his head, and watched a piece of meat fall from his loose pants, and then the blood sprayed out.

His eyes widened, his expression turned slowly to the grimace, and he fell backwards on the ruined ground, and the pig-like pain howl overflowed from his mouth.

Changfeng took a deep breath and walked over to draw a card from his waist, squatted down, and compared with the lock of his hands and feet, he began to decode.

Decoding is not a strength of fighting robots.

But she is the best. Even if she loses her database, she still has excellent and amazing technology.

With a click, the metal buckle that had been imprisoned for many years fell. There are also scars on the ankles. The force suppressed by special materials boiled out, and a massive airflow swam through the meridians of the limbs, bringing strength and bringing out the pain of the old disease.

She reached out and touched the back of the head, there was a painful wound that touched, but the blood flow had magically stopped.

very powerful. This girl's original talent is very powerful.

When she thought of this, her eyes were dark again.

While she was checking her body, a group of people had stood around the house.

Most of them were "slaves" with worn clothes, or stood there looking at her in amazement or numbness. The eyes are empty, like a bottomless abyss of despair.

In the distance is a barren square, the ground is pitted, and the air is filled with an unpleasant smell.

Illegal mining area. It needs to be banned here.

At that time the girl asked-"Who will save us?"

She said she could.

After a few seconds, several people in the same uniforms rushed over with their protective shields around the collapsed earth house.

"Slave jailbreak! The second-level guards are ready! The people in front now squat with their hands raised!"

Changfeng smiled sarcastically.

prison Break?

Go out of hell?

She lifted her feet and walked over. The previous man was trying to grab the separated organ and wait for medical treatment.

Changfeng stepped on it.

"Don't--" The man's eyes were cracking and his voice was hoarse.

Changfeng retreated indifferently.

"Raise your hand! Now attack! The weapon is in place! The warrior is ready! Give you three seconds!"

She looked around the house.

Nine guards, with their intuitive analysis.

Escape rate ... 21%

Fighting win rate ... She touched her head. It may be less than 15%.

"three!"

In another high-end building, three tall people stepped out and put a metal glove on their hands.

Oh, warrior.

About 5% lower.

"two!"

The three tall men laughed arrogantly: "What's wrong? How dare someone make trouble? Just play for me!"

"One!"

The other party shouted: "If you don't surrender, you will be killed immediately!"

Changfeng's right foot receded and his center of gravity was depressed. Shaking hands into fists, blocking them in the chest. His eyes looked coldly at the crowd.

The third generation of fighting robot A308-Changfeng.

"There is no word in my world."